“I know,” she murmured, tipping her head back in lascivious invitation, her lips parting as invitingly as her thighs.“I love that about you, Gabriel.”
“Do you?”he mused, brushing his lips over hers, tempted to take all that she offered.“I thought you wanted to murder me for it this morning.”
“That, too,” she acknowledged.“Imagine my confusion.”
“How can I help?”he asked, trailing his lips along her swanlike throat, succumbing to temptation and sliding his hand up to her core, so very hot and wet.
She shivered at his touch.“You’re doing it.I need you, Gabriel.”
“Then who am I to refuse my heart when she asks so—”
A knock on the library doors interrupted them, Nic groaning in frustration.“Don’t answer.”
“The doors aren’t locked.”
“Then lock them,” she replied with meaningfully arched brows.
Ah, right.“Later,” he called out to whoever it was, aware of how sexually hoarse his voice sounded as he summoned silver nails to seal the doors.
“Lord Phel!”Asa’s voice sounded both urgent and amused.“I’m sorry to disturb you, but you’re urgently needed in the wizard’s workshop.”He paused.“There’s some sort of monster on the loose.”